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Above the Mist 

By QEORQE 1. BODINE, Jr. 
with an Introduction by 
PROFESSOR OSCAR KUHNS of 
Wesleyan University 


Philadelphia 

M DCCCCXIX 



Copyright 1919 
By Qeorge I. Bodine, Jr 


Printed by 

THE BIDDLE PRESS 
Philadelphia 


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Contents 


Introduction. 9 

Preface.11 

Mountain Rest.15 

Whitemarsh Valley.16 

Dog Lake—Canada.18 

Stockings.20 

Patience.22 

King David.24 

The Artisan’s Return.27 

Enough.28 

July Fourth.30 

January First—1914.31 

My Scarab.32 

Train Letter to a Child.34 

Psi Upsilon.35 

Patrick MacIlvaine.36 

To “D”.38 

It Matters Not. .40 

Fake Economy.41 

To The Fourth Street Club.42 

The Morning After.43 

The Wise Men.44 

And Crown Him Lord of All.45 


























Introduction 

TAKE great pleasure in writing 
this brief Introduction to the 
Poems of my dear friend and 
former student in Wesleyan 
University. I have always had 
the highest regard for Mr. Bodine as a man 
and a friend; but I did not know that he 
had ventured into the field of poetry till 
the manuscript of the poems in this book 
was given to me to read. 

But no sooner had I read it than the convic¬ 
tion grew on me that here was a real poet. 
It is not often that we find, in the busy 
marts of the world, one who is an active 
and successful business man and a poet at 
the same time, yet this is true of the author 
of this little book. 

He has especially a deep feeling for the 
charm of home life, for wife and children 
dear; and the poems on these subjects 
throw a pleasant light on the domestic 
happiness of the poet himself. 

One thing stands out in these poems more 
than anything else, and that is the author’s 
sincere love for nature, with the rest and 
peace that come from the mountains and 
the stars that shine in the blue firmament 
above. 










It would be well for all men of business if 
they could learn this lesson from Mr.Bodine; 
if they too, with him, could leave the world 
behind them, from time to time, and in 
communion with Nature get health of body, 
mind and soul; if they too could say with 
the Poet:— 

“From the din of busy cities 
At last there comes release; 

The silent voice of the mountains 
Has whispered to me — Peace. 1 * 

And as this little book goes forth into the 
world I wish it God-speed, and may the 
many friends of the author receive as much 
pleasure and benefit from reading it as I 
have received. 

Oscar Kuhns, 

Wesleyan University. 


June 26,1919 


Preface 



[IFTER all, our tastes, our ideas, 

| our ideals are but the composite 
photograph of what our parents, 
elders and teachers planned that 
I they should be. What infinite 
pains my Mother took. The wonderful 
mystic imagery of the east she imparted 
from her ever open Bible. What midnight 
oil those who have written books, those 
who preach, and those who lecture, have 
burned that you and I might sit at their feet 
and become like the masters of each particu¬ 
lar art. What gold was spilt by men of 
means to found and support colleges that 
we might learn. 


If, therefore, you find in these pages any¬ 
thing of virtue, thank not me, but rather 
the host of teachers, past and present, who 
gave their lives that the best that man has 
thought and dreamed might endlessly in¬ 
crease and pass on from generation to 
generation. They hoped that we mi^ht see 
the vision, that, we too, might learn to live 
and love and look up at the stars.” 

By word of mouth and written page, by in¬ 
fluence of one friend upon another, by love 
on the part of a Mother, by the myriad 




forms of human communication the eternal 
progress toward nobler things goes on and 
on. Like the drops of a local shower that 
adds its mile of coolness to the surface of 
the Amazon in the mighty stream’s long 
journey from the Andes to the Atlantic, so 
we too live for a moment and with a little 
splash add our share to the great bulk of 
atoms slowly moving toward the sea. My 
own hope is that as you seek out some 
secluded spot and read these lines you may 
be lifted, as other men have lifted me, above 
the mist to the heights, where I myself have 
chosen to dwell and where, thanks to them 
and to Him, I have seen the whole course 
of the river and the sea beyond. 


To My Father 

Successful, Christian Qentleman, 
These Lines Are 
Dedicated 


Above the Mist 


Thoughts Upon Overlooking the 
Whitemarsh Valley at Sunset 

Over hill and over dale 
Ever smiling back at you, 
Whitemarsh Valley steals away 
Mingling with the azure blue, 

Mingling with the mists above, 
Thunderheads aloft on high, 
Mingling with the blazing sun, 
Monarch of the domed sky. 

When at last his course is run, 

When the blood red sun is set, 

Tinted houses, hills and trees, 

Keep the Valley smiling yet. 

Ye who list to nature's call, 

Love the out of doors so much, 

Feel the presence of your God 
In the thrill of nature's touch, 


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Tell me where on this green earth 
Almighty God has worked his will 

With more splendor , pomp and power , 
Than out here on Chestnut Hill. 

Each bird , bee and bush and flower 
Does its share to fit the scheme , 

The whole world in harmony 
As if a part of some great theme , 

A theme that goes beyond the stars , 

That dot the sky in gorgeous night , 

A theme that makes the firefly's glow 
A brother to the comet's light. 

Everything about us blends — 

Carries out the plan divine; 

Oh Christ! we pledge our troth anew 

To blend our wills and make them thine. 


17 



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Dog Lake—Canada 

Midnight was gone—’twas an hour past 
And I wished the night would forever last. 
For I had found a place, distinctly wild, 

A lake that was Nature's very child. 

The moon on high shone bright and clear, 

But a low, gray mist engulfed our sphere; 
Everything was immensely still ,— 

Except for the whistle of whip-poor-will, 

Or the cold sharp splash of a big green bass, 
Off for a call on his pretty lass, 

Or the noise of the stones along the shore 
As sly raccoon takes one step more, 

Or the laugh of the loon, most weird of sound 
As the jeer was echoed the lake around. 

And then I almost seemed oppressed 
By the silence in which the lake was dressed, 
To be startled anon by the distant quack 
Of the duck that man named canvas-back. 


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When lo! a hound from far away, 

Who bayed and longed for the break of day. 
While the night wore on with the hours' increase 
There came upon me an infinite peace, 

Blending with that silence long, 

Nature's rest before the dawn. 

Ere the wakened duck begin their flight, 

Adown the lake and t'ward the light. 


19 



Above the Mist 


Stockings 

When I was a tot in knee breeches, 

With stockings way up to my knees, 

1 knew a heap less about whiskers, 

I cared a heap less, if you please. 

But in those early sixes or sevens 
Or nines or tens it may be, 

I knew well who darned my stockings, 
And she was the one who knew me. 

A sphere cut in half made of rubber 
Was used to place into the toe; 

Your Mother took prizes at Bridges? 
Well my Mother knew how to sew. 

Our land has produced its great masters, 
Of science and sculpture and art, 

But the greatest of all the great masters 
Is the one who can conquer the heart. 


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Some conquer by raising great armies, 
And others by leading a mob, 

But theirs is a purposeless science, 

Who pilfer, and murder, and rob. 

The Nation’s hope lies with its mothers, 
Those who teach doctrines of peace. 
God grant us a race of such women 
And may our good fortune increase. 


21 




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Patience 

Peaceful landscape , peaceful picture 
Tho ’ the thunder rolls afar 
Let us pause before the shower 
Poised on high as black as tar 
Peaceful picture 
Could the cruel forces mar? 

See the dust fly over yonder; 

Will it blow the other way? 

Will the rain dry up and vanish? 

Will the peace , too , blow away? 

Peaceful picture , 

Must it crumble and decay? 

Dark and dreary grows the landscape , 
Yet each tree stands out so clear 
And the winds howl fierce and fiercer 
As the flashes reappear. 

Peaceful picture , 

All is changed to doubt and fear. 


22 





Above the Mist 


Comes the rain, a wicked shower, 
Drenching every nook and spot. 

Why, the wind blows such a tempest, 
Ties the trees up in a knot! 

Peaceful picture, 

But the peace is all forgot. 

Never rained a wicked shower 
But it left a clearer air, 

There's an end to every trouble, 
Comfort comes with every care. 

Peaceful picture, 

Twice as peaceful, thrice as fair. 

Welcome, then, the toil and trouble, 
Welcome, welcome each rebuff, 

Be a little wee mite patient, 

Solace comes; More than enough. 

Prettiest pictures 
Grow from pictures in the rough. 


23 



Above the Mist 


King David 

He dove ’neath the stream by the wayside 
A boy all naked and thm, 

The sun scorched the life in the pasture, 
How green it lately had been! 

“He leadeth beside the still waters” 

These are the words that he wrote. 

And millions have pondered and wondered 
At the boy and the things that he spoke. 

A Hebrew of blood rich and royal 
Whom God had designed to be King, 

But first he must needs be a shepherd 
To watch the bird on the wing; 

To watch the trout and the grayling; 

The rocks, the rills, and the sky; 

The flower that grows in its beauty, 

To blossom, to bloom, and to die. 

Night came on and was chilly, 

The lion came out from his lair. 


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Above the Mist 


The boy waxed strong and courageous, 

A youth that was comely and fair. 

He became a poet, a singer — 

The kind that whistles and sings; 

The kind that knows God and his creatures, 
And how he created the things. 

He became a friend of those creatures; 

He dared to look into the sky, 

To count the stars in the heavens; 

To see which ones wandered and why. 
Night after night in the pasture 
He gazed at a billion suns, 

Called them by name at his pleasure; 

Behold! The stars were his chums. 

No wonder that boy saw the vision, 

Raised by the Infinite God; 

Thinking the thoughts of his Master, 
Treading wherever He trod. 

No wonder that boy saw the vision, 

The vision that made him a King; 


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Above the M i s t 


The stars above for his playmates , 
No wonder he learned how to sing. 
No wonder his song down the ages 
Can never , no never die. 

“He leadeth beside the still waters 
The rocks , the rills , and the sky. 


26 






Above the Mist 


The Artisan’s Return 

’Twas just before Christmas, on the midnight ex¬ 
press, 

Hurrying home to the children and Bess, 

I had in my satchel presents for all, 

For Susie a doll, for Johnnie a ball, 

For William a horse, a coveted toy, 

To give to our rollicking, frollicking boy. 

I turned in my berth, on the clattering car, 

And saw from my window a beautiful star, 

And strange to say, my thoughts wandered back, 
O'er the ages and ages of that star's track, 

And of all the places its light had blest, 

I am proud to say it—our home seemed the best. 
And this is the moral handed to thee, 

Whoever thou art, 'Tis easy to see, 

Of all the places that God's love has blest, 
Remember, young friend, thy home is the best. 


27 



Above the Mist 


Enough 

Five hundred million years ago 

A God there lived who made the sun, 
The moon, the stars, the hazy world, 
Long, long ago when Time began. 

As age grew into age apace, 

The nations came to fight their wars, 
To build their bridges, aqueducts, 

Their vessels and their mighty stores. 

And now they say we're civilized, 

And here and there perhaps we are, 
And yet it seems, despite it all, 

This earth were but a chilly star 

Had not that same sagacious God 
Wisely placed within the whirl, 
Amidst the hub-bub of it all, 

One single, solitary girl. 

28 




Above the Mist 


For though my cup is brimming full , 

My table set with royal bread, 

’Tis not enough , I must admit , 

Without that Girl this world were dead. 


29 



Above the Mist 


July Fourth 

Step softly in your room, dear, 
And see what I can see. 

Cuddled up in a bundle, 

Our own sweet Dorothy, 

Tired out with the racket, 

Tired out with the fun. 

What a sleepy youngster, 
When the Fourth is done. 

Tuck her in, dear, gently, 

So she will not wake. 

Sand Mans been here early, 
His sweet toll to take. 

She's fit for Eden's garden! 

In truth some spirit above 

Has sent our little angel 
To teach us how to love. 


30 






Above the Mist 


January First —1914 

One nine, one three, 

Kick him out and get the key. 

One nine, one four, 

Drag him in and lock the door. 

Let him stay the livelong year 
With quips and smiles and jolly cheer. 
Let him drive the glooms away 
And keep that beggar, Grouch, at bay. 
Then we'll sing his praises loud 
And on his head our blessings crowd. 
And may we ever happy be 
With our new guest, Prosperity. 

The guest anew in every home, 

From Talahassee clear to Nome, 

From California through to Maine, 
And out upon the bounding main, 
Across the land and o'er the sea 
And back again to you and me. 

And may we every happy be 
With our good guest, Prosperity. 


31 



Above the Mist 


My Scarab 

(4000 years old ) 

It almost seems—it seems to me — 

A pity in this modern time 
To snatch Thee from Thy hiding-place 
To grace this gaudy tie of mine. 

With sacred rites an ancient hand 
Has shaped Thee with its dextrous care , 
Believing that eternity 
Dwelt about Thee everywhere. 

Some Princess fair of Egypt's shores 
Beloved throughout the desert waste, 

Perhaps has used Thee as the charm 
That made her please the ancients’ taste. 
And when cruel Death had claimed his own 
They placed Thee near her mummied form — 
Hoping thus to keep quite fair 
Her spirit till some judgment morn. 

Greece has come and Greece has gone 
And Carthage too upon the sea, 


32 



Above the Mist 


Phoenecia, Rome and Palestine — 

All outlived, outlived by Thee. 

And Charlemagne, and Luther too, 
Bismark and Napoleon bold, 
England’s fair Victoria 

And countless temples men called old. 
Each in turn has joined the dust 
That blows about the desert sky — 
Makes the camels brace themselves — 
Stings the face and blinds the eye. 
Around the sun with rhythmic pace 
Many a comet passed this way 
Since Pharaoh made the desert bloom 
In Thy distant ancient day. 


33 



Above the Mist 


Train Letter to a Child 

Sitting by the window — 

First we start so slow , 

But soon we seem to strike our pace 
And then—away we go. 

The fence looks like a fine tooth comb , 
The trees go scurrying by — 

The clouds would pass us too , I guess, 
If clouds were not so high. 

The wheels go buzzing round and round , 
They clatter, clang and clash; 

The whistle blows with might and main 
And sinders beat the sash. 

And now at last the night comes down 
And lights go whizzing by. 

A golden head falls in my lap — 
“Aboard for Lullaby 


34 




Above the Mist 


The Hope of Psi Upsilon 

Can be so dead a fellow 
Who never yet has said, 

When June’s fair days grow mellow 
With roses blushing red, 

“Within me ever springeth 
A hope eternal, true, 

A love that ever clingeth 
Still closer to Psi U” 

“I long to join thy sages; 

I long to make thy fame 
Resound throughout the ages, 

With honor to thy name. 

I long, when life is ended 

To die with thoughts of thee, 

Whose life with mine hath blended, 
My loved Fraternity 


35 



Above the Mist 


Patrick Madlvaine of the Baldwin 
Locomotive Works 

There was a man at Baldwin's Works 
Who drank just like a fish. 

When sober, Patrick's workmanship 
Was all that one could wish. 

One day, not having showed his face, 

A messenger was sent 

To find “ if Pat was sick in bed 
Or out on pleasure bent." 

“Pleasure bent" went on the file; 

His chief a letter wrote — 

Telling Pat that he was fired. 

To come and get his coat. 

Five days later, large as life, 

Without his chief's consent, 

Pat was busy at his job — 

What do you suppose it meant? 


36 



Above the Mist 


His chieftain straightway sent for him 
And called him by his name. 

“Did you get my note,” he said, 

“Patrick Macllvaine?” 

“I got it, sorr,” was Pat's reply, 

“I read it inside out, 

Upon the in it said, ‘you re foired,' 
And this upon the out — 

‘After five days return to the 
Baldwin Locomotive Works'" 


37 



Above 


the Mist 


To “D” 

Long, long ago I knew a kid, 

The fellows called him “Bon.” 

We played at half a million sports, 
And time went skipping on. 

Although we kept a diary true, 

Of everything we did, 

We never dreamed how much depends 
On “when you are a kid.” 

We built a hut within a tree, 

A second under ground, 

We heard the chatter of the squirrel, 
The baying of the hound. 

We roasted chestnuts by the fire 
When cold October came ‘ 

Or dove beneath the sparkling creek 
When summer dawned again. 


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Above 'the Mist 


For twenty jolly , youthful years 
We watched the seasons through. 
And when the sun had gone to bed 
We bunked together too. 

And now a duty falls to me 
To wish the best of joy 
To her who casts her lot with him 
Whom I knew as a boy. 


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Above the Mist 


It Matters Not 

The earth will crumble back to dust 
And all its wealth will rot and rust; 

The stars will some day disappear 
And all the worlds from far and near; 
But what care we what they will do 
For you love me and I love you. 


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Above the Mist 


Fake Economy 

“A penny a box” for his matches — 

The match boy's request , by the way; 

You ask him for two—you may get it 
And live to rue the day. 

Don't ask for the other man's profit. 

Be satisfied not to be stung. 

'Tis the savage alone who rejoices , 

When another man's neck he has wrung. 

Now don't go and misunderstand me. 

We'd need to give nothing away , 

If we always dealt fairly and squarely 
With the match boy that crosses our way. 


41 



Above the Mist 


To the Fourth Street Club on 
Club Night 

A dinner of shad and a brimming bowl; 

A guest or two to refresh your soul; 

An olive thrown with dextrous care 
That's apt to land ’most anywhere. 

Coffee spilt on a bosom shirt , 

A scullion hurled where most ’twill hurt; 

A motor bus and a busted fence; 

The speed that kills when the brain is dense; 
A baseball game without a score — 

Give me this and nothing more. 

Give me a handful of live-wire men , 

Loyal and true—and tell me then 

Shall we not forget the business hub 

When Essington greets the Fourth Street Club? 


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Above the Mist 


The Morning After 

Get up, you fool, the hour is late, 

The Chapel bell foretells your fate. 

The tolls roll on o'er campus still, 

The night has gone behind the hill. 

The breakfast bell, tho' rest is sweet, 
Rings in your ears while moments fleet. 
Your coffee's cold, the biscuits too — 
And everything calls 4 fool" at you! 


43 



Above the Mist 


Song: The Wise Men 

Over toward the western sea 
Ruddy glows have vanished, 

The star above us we can see, 

All our fear has banished. 

Chorus 

Star of all the stars, the best, 

Golden pilgrim of the skies, 
Symbol of eternal rest, 

Tell us where our Saviour lies. 

Guide us to the manger low, 

Where the babe is sleeping, 

Ld iw bend above him so, 

In his cradle peeping. 

Chorus 

Star of all the stars, the best, 

Golden pilgrim of the skies, 
Symbol of eternal rest, 

Tell us where our Saviour lies. 


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Above the Mist 


“And Crown Him Lord of All” 

Who tries to feel the sunbeam, 

You will argue the thing away , 

’Tis the heart that's tuned to beauty, 

That throbs with the rainbow's ray. 

At the dawn of the misty ages, 

When suns were drifting dust, 

There was surely someone to guide them, 
And say to the atoms “Thou must.” 

Else think of the infinite chaos, 

Of things let loose in a whirl. 

Who ordered the diamond to glisten, 

And said “Be white ” to the pearl? 

Who put the warmth in the sunshine, 
That draws the worm to the light ?— 

Choose God, and love and heaven 
Or you're lost in eternal night. 


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